My God Tom MacDonald

[Intro]
Mr. Mac
La-la-la-la la la
Bad Dream Mad Again
I know that

[Refrain]
My god want Louis V
My god has gold rings
My god ain't mad at me
My god like "do your thing"
I never prayed my god
I don't lie my god
I don't fuck with them if they not on our side my god
I don't care my god
I don't sleep my god
I don't need the extra people on my team my god

[Verse 1]
Fuck all of my fake friends, my real ones are with me
Left the fuckboys and broken hearts to get it in the city
I hope they find each other, fall in love and then get married
They'll be sippin' on some Poppa, we pop bottle out in Paris
My god, I swear to god don't miss mе when I left 'em
Fuckin' three bitchеs they dated, yeah, I call that triple X
We poppin' bottles with model bitches
We pop they pussy, they pop a question
We ain't even lookin' at you suns without dark lenses
I ain't poppin' Molly, I just hail Satan
Real talk, Morgan Freeman
I'm wasted in the houses of the holy
I been smokin' in the bathroom and pissin' in the foyer
Don't preach my god, it won't reach my heart
I can see in the dark, I don't need these crosses
I swear to god that I'll stop when you say when
Three sixes is my number one, add 'em up, Satan